...ocean, Bent, but not broken, by age" — Here are two very pretty, though somewhat quaint fancies— " Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,...the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the Angels." * * * "And as she gazed from the window, she saw serenely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a cloud,...

...42.) But the short syllables of Mr. Longfellow are not less remarkable. On page 46, we are told that " Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine, the village curfew and straightway, &c." Now we are willing to admit " belfry" as a spondee if Mr. Longfellow demands it, but we cannot...

...all description. The moon is just rising over the placid sea and the mist of the meadows, when lo, " Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forgct-me-nots (if the angels." After Evangeline had retired to her chamber for the night, we find...

...instance of these last, we venture, perhaps at some hazard with our lady readers, to give the following: " Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,...the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels." Longfellow has, before this, " Called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in Earth's firmament...

...twilight gloom of a window's embrasure, Sat the lovers, and whispered together, beholding the moon rise Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows....lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. Thus passed the evening away. Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine, the village curfew,...

...twilight gloom of a window's embrasure, Sat the lovers, and whispered together, beholding the moon rise Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows,...Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angers. Thus passed the evening away. Anon the bell from the belfry Hang out the hour of nine, the...

...heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. Thus passed the evening away. Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine, the village curfew, and straightway Rose the guests and departed ; and silence reigned in the household. Many a farewell word and sweet...

...pretty, that one cannot choose but pardon it. The author is not always so successful. Thus : — 1 Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forgel-me nols of the angels." 1848.] Feb., This is altogether too fine. It is sickening. We cannot...

...all description. The moon is just rising over the placid sea and the mist of the meadows, when lo, " Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely atari, the forgct-tne-nott of the angels." After Evani»eline had retired to her chamber for the night,...

...broken, by age" — Here are two very pretty, though somewhat quaint fancies — " Silently, one hy one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed...the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the Angels." * » » "And as she gazed from the window, she saw serenely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a...